As Angel'd hands lift us up to Heaven, above the golden Dawn...
All will be at ease, from our trip, long after, from loved ones, we are gone.
We send down to them our loving wishes, for them to be happy and at peace...
After suffering down there, is at last... over-
We now rent in the house of Jesus, and from God, the best Kingdom, we do lease
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Michael Jeffrey, i like the inTENtional parallels you establish in this work. A fine piece of inventive penning, my good friend! F j R